V.I.P.
V.I.P., in most circumstances, means Very Important Person. Except last night I went to bed thinking that I wasn't a V.I.P. to anyone, much less one at the Private VIP event that was going on at the Las Vegas Springs Preserve tonight.
My husband came home this afternoon and said, "Oh, and by the way, you're going to the Private Event tonight".
I squealed. WOW! ME? Going to the VIP event??? COOL! I mean in the almost 15 years I've lived in Vegas I've been to, hmmm, 5 VIP events, always as arm candy, NEVER as a true VIP.
Tonight was no different. I had been prepared for months not to be disappointed that I couldn't go to the VIP Opening. I was disappointed at first, but I thought better of it, thinking, "Ugh, having to get dressed up to be looked down at by rich people, uh, no thanks." So much less to say, I wasn't very prepared for this evening. I didn't have my usual "shit don't stink" swagger on, I got on the scale this morning and just about flipped out about how heavy I've become. Oh, this was so not something I was prepared for; however, I was lucky, I was thinking in advance apparently...yesterday, because it needed to be done, I went and got my hair cut. I made my nail appointment for today knowing that I'd have plenty of time because my husband wouldn't be home until late. For all I knew last night when I went to sleep, that tonight I'd be dining alone and waiting to hear from my husband who HAD to go to the VIP opening because it was his job to be there. I was looking forward to a nice quiet evening with some take-out and tons of time for my graphic design projects without the guilt of knowing that my husband was in the other room watching TV and sleeping, that being on the computer designing would fall under the "husband neglect" category. I was looking forward to a guilt-free evening.
That all came to a screeching halt this afternoon.
When he gave me the news that I was going, at first I was pumped...so much to do, so little time. I ate some lunch, got into the shower and half way through my shower I started thinking, "Big Fucking Deal...not like I haven't been through this before!" Then I started thinking, "Oh, this is NOT something I want to do". Five years ago, I would have been freaking out until way after the event was over. Not anymore. I'm married, so looking for rich hotties was out of the question, I go to Omar the Tentmaker for clothes now that I'm a size 14, very different from the size 5 I was five years ago, so the VIP event was not something I was looking forward to in the least, BUT, if my husband goes, then I am his support team, I go to make him look good. So I break out the Ann Taylor Loft goods that I made him buy me a few weeks ago, get pressed and dressed and head out the door.
Ok, now let's go over a few things before I get into the details. First, I wear flats all the time. I don't dig on high heels, I never have. so anytime I have to wear them is a pain in the ass. My back and feet start hurting 20 minutes into wearing them so I'm almost immediately wanting to sit down or go home from any event that makes me wear them. Second, I don't like getting dressed up to impress people anymore, it's just not my thing; I went through that phase and I'm over it, I don't need to do it anymore because I am secure in who I am and what I am about. I'm comfortable in my own skin, so I could care less about going to see things that I've seen WAY WAAAAY before anyone else has.
I've been over on the Springs Preserve site while the buildings were being built. I know ALL of the exhibits by heart, I know what went into them and I know what their message is. For God Sakes, I LIVE the message that the Preserve is pumping out...I'm only married to the guy who is going to be shaping the way school children learn about the Las Vegas Valley for the next 50 years! The only thing that I hadn't seen was the animals. All truth be told, all I wanted to see were the bats, foxes, pocket field mice, gila monsters and the snakes.
Tonight, at least for me, was one giant disappointment. Not because the buildings aren't beautiful, not because I got to see a one-of-a-kind and will never be seen again Cirque du Soleil show, all those things were great! I'm not complaining a bit about what I saw tonight, heavens no, I think that the Preserve is one of the most beautiful places on Earth! I was disappointed because when I got there, I found my husband and I could see in his eyes that he was exhausted and annoyed. He hasn't had a day off in over three months and he is at his wits end. He couldn't even sit with me and interpret the Cirque show for me as he always does.
I went through all the bullshit I went through today for my husband, because I love him and want to support him in whatever he does. I have spent the majority of my time for the last three months trying to make him comfortable and happy, only to see on the night that he and his staff and all of the staff of the Preserve were supposed to shine, that he and his people worn down to the nub. I hurt looking at them. I KNOW what they have been going through, I can feel their fatigue and their worn nerves.
I guess what hurts me the most is that the rich people walking around like their shit didn't stink didn't realize how much these people put into the project and how much each and every one of them care about the Las Vegas Valley, this project and the future of every man, woman and child that lives here.
Not once did I see any of those rich assholes say "Thank You" to any of the people who worked so very hard to make tonight possible. All they did was take for granted how beautiful the place was and ooh and ahh over the Cirque show.
Yeah, VIP...mmmhmmm, oh yeah, I want to be one...NOT!
My husband came home this afternoon and said, "Oh, and by the way, you're going to the Private Event tonight".
I squealed. WOW! ME? Going to the VIP event??? COOL! I mean in the almost 15 years I've lived in Vegas I've been to, hmmm, 5 VIP events, always as arm candy, NEVER as a true VIP.
Tonight was no different. I had been prepared for months not to be disappointed that I couldn't go to the VIP Opening. I was disappointed at first, but I thought better of it, thinking, "Ugh, having to get dressed up to be looked down at by rich people, uh, no thanks." So much less to say, I wasn't very prepared for this evening. I didn't have my usual "shit don't stink" swagger on, I got on the scale this morning and just about flipped out about how heavy I've become. Oh, this was so not something I was prepared for; however, I was lucky, I was thinking in advance apparently...yesterday, because it needed to be done, I went and got my hair cut. I made my nail appointment for today knowing that I'd have plenty of time because my husband wouldn't be home until late. For all I knew last night when I went to sleep, that tonight I'd be dining alone and waiting to hear from my husband who HAD to go to the VIP opening because it was his job to be there. I was looking forward to a nice quiet evening with some take-out and tons of time for my graphic design projects without the guilt of knowing that my husband was in the other room watching TV and sleeping, that being on the computer designing would fall under the "husband neglect" category. I was looking forward to a guilt-free evening.
That all came to a screeching halt this afternoon.
When he gave me the news that I was going, at first I was pumped...so much to do, so little time. I ate some lunch, got into the shower and half way through my shower I started thinking, "Big Fucking Deal...not like I haven't been through this before!" Then I started thinking, "Oh, this is NOT something I want to do". Five years ago, I would have been freaking out until way after the event was over. Not anymore. I'm married, so looking for rich hotties was out of the question, I go to Omar the Tentmaker for clothes now that I'm a size 14, very different from the size 5 I was five years ago, so the VIP event was not something I was looking forward to in the least, BUT, if my husband goes, then I am his support team, I go to make him look good. So I break out the Ann Taylor Loft goods that I made him buy me a few weeks ago, get pressed and dressed and head out the door.
Ok, now let's go over a few things before I get into the details. First, I wear flats all the time. I don't dig on high heels, I never have. so anytime I have to wear them is a pain in the ass. My back and feet start hurting 20 minutes into wearing them so I'm almost immediately wanting to sit down or go home from any event that makes me wear them. Second, I don't like getting dressed up to impress people anymore, it's just not my thing; I went through that phase and I'm over it, I don't need to do it anymore because I am secure in who I am and what I am about. I'm comfortable in my own skin, so I could care less about going to see things that I've seen WAY WAAAAY before anyone else has.
I've been over on the Springs Preserve site while the buildings were being built. I know ALL of the exhibits by heart, I know what went into them and I know what their message is. For God Sakes, I LIVE the message that the Preserve is pumping out...I'm only married to the guy who is going to be shaping the way school children learn about the Las Vegas Valley for the next 50 years! The only thing that I hadn't seen was the animals. All truth be told, all I wanted to see were the bats, foxes, pocket field mice, gila monsters and the snakes.
Tonight, at least for me, was one giant disappointment. Not because the buildings aren't beautiful, not because I got to see a one-of-a-kind and will never be seen again Cirque du Soleil show, all those things were great! I'm not complaining a bit about what I saw tonight, heavens no, I think that the Preserve is one of the most beautiful places on Earth! I was disappointed because when I got there, I found my husband and I could see in his eyes that he was exhausted and annoyed. He hasn't had a day off in over three months and he is at his wits end. He couldn't even sit with me and interpret the Cirque show for me as he always does.
I went through all the bullshit I went through today for my husband, because I love him and want to support him in whatever he does. I have spent the majority of my time for the last three months trying to make him comfortable and happy, only to see on the night that he and his staff and all of the staff of the Preserve were supposed to shine, that he and his people worn down to the nub. I hurt looking at them. I KNOW what they have been going through, I can feel their fatigue and their worn nerves.
I guess what hurts me the most is that the rich people walking around like their shit didn't stink didn't realize how much these people put into the project and how much each and every one of them care about the Las Vegas Valley, this project and the future of every man, woman and child that lives here.
Not once did I see any of those rich assholes say "Thank You" to any of the people who worked so very hard to make tonight possible. All they did was take for granted how beautiful the place was and ooh and ahh over the Cirque show.
Yeah, VIP...mmmhmmm, oh yeah, I want to be one...NOT!
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